Chapter 867

Bazett, who was fleeing, suddenly heard this voice and immediately dropped to the ground. A javelin flew out from the forest, striking Spartacus right in the heart.

Needless to say, the one who made the move was Lancer, Cu Chulainn.

Although he couldn't use his own magic spear in this match, he had used stones to whittle a few wooden javelins for self-defense the moment the match started.

Seeing Bazett in danger, he attacked without hesitation.

This strike directly depleted 80% of Spartacus's health.

An ordinary person would definitely retreat to find cover at this point, but Spartacus's way of thinking—those who know, know.

He had probably long forgotten about the whole health point thing.

"Haha, love!"

Spartacus wore a bright, cheerful smile and abandoned Bazett, charging toward Lancer.

But by now, Lancer had already prepared his second javelin and threw it at Spartacus.

This strike naturally depleted the opponent's health to zero.

As Spartacus's health hit zero, he vanished instantly and was teleported back to the stage's spectator area.

And his equipment, the large wooden club, naturally remained behind.

"Phew—"

Seeing the crisis resolved, Bazett couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"I say, Master, to go and provoke such a big guy—when did you become so reckless?"

Lancer walked over to help her up, sounding a bit strange.

"Sorry, I just..."

Bazett stammered, unable to explain why.

Lancer wasn't stupid; he immediately understood that it was probably today's video that had stimulated her.

Bazett had been a person who worried about gains and losses since she was a child, to the point where she couldn't properly enjoy her childhood until she read the story of Cu Chulainn and became deeply fascinated by it.

"If allowed, I could save him."

Since when did Bazett have such a wish?

For this, she ignored her family's opposition, joined the Mage's Association, drifted in the vortex of power struggles, and finally became one of the strongest contemporary Seal Designation Enforcers, also obtaining the qualifications to participate in the Fifth Holy Grail War.

She successfully summoned Cu Chulainn and finally almost achieved her childhood wish.

However, today's video had dealt her a heavy blow.

Having her Servant stolen by Kirei Kotomine at the start, and the same happening in another world—this left her deeply devastated.

She, as a Master, was too unqualified.

It was precisely because of this that she lost her cool and rashly launched an attack on Spartacus.

"... What a fool, thinking about all that nonsense."

Lancer pressed a hand on Bazett's head and laughed: "Forget about how things developed in the video; just remember, you are still my Master right now."

"... Mm."

Bazett's eyes gradually regained their firmness, and she nodded heavily.

Lancer: "Alright, let's go quickly; such a big commotion will probably attract others."

Unfortunately, Lancer clearly didn't know about something called Murphy's Law.

"So it was you."

A figure appeared; it was Diarmuid.

This could be considered the first official offline interaction between the two Irish-lineage heroes.

But honestly, when Diarmuid and Cu Chulainn met, the two were indeed a bit awkward.

Although Cu Chulainn was a first-century figure and Diarmuid was a third-century figure, with a century between them, their status and relationship were completely reversed.

Cu Chulainn's grandmother was the princess of Ulster, Ireland, "Deichtine," while Diarmuid was the foster son of the god of love, "Aengus," and one of Aengus's daughters was Deichtine's mother—

So, although Cu Chulainn was older than Diarmuid in terms of time, Diarmuid's seniority was higher than Cu Chulainn's.

When Cu Chulainn first joined the group, the group often teased them about this.

"As expected of the fierce dog Cu Chulainn, it seems you have already dealt with your opponent."

Looking at the mess around them and the absence of enemies, Diarmuid immediately understood what was going on.

Lancer held his wooden spear horizontally in front of him and said: "Yeah, do you want to try it too?"

"No."

Diarmuid laughed: "How about we cooperate?"

Lancer: "???"

Diarmuid: "The match has been going on for a while now; I imagine those group members who are familiar with each other have already converged. Lone wolves like us don't have the advantage."

"Mm, I see, what you say makes sense."

Lancer nodded and looked at Bazett: "Master, what do you think?"

Bazett: "... Fine."

Although mentioning cooperation made her involuntarily think of Kirei Kotomine, Diarmuid's character should still be trustworthy.

Just like that, Bazett and Lancer temporarily formed a three-person alliance with Diarmuid.

At the same time, on the other side of the island.

On the coast here stood a deserted lighthouse, and Vlad III and Berserker Vlad were cautiously approaching it.

There must be equipment inside the building; everyone understands this logic.

Berserker Vlad wanted to charge straight in, but was stopped by Vlad III.

After the events of the Holy Grail War, he had become exceptionally cautious.

They had already reached the front, but there was still no movement inside the lighthouse. Was there really no one?

However, there was no more cover ahead; approaching the lighthouse further would expose them in the open—

There was no choice; they had to rush over quickly.

Vlad III and Berserker Vlad exchanged a look, and the latter immediately rushed toward the lighthouse gate like a sharp arrow.

"Rat-tat-tat!"

Just then, a red figure suddenly flashed out from inside the lighthouse door; it was Nameless.

He was seen holding a P90, firing a barrage at Berserker Vlad. ===== CHAPTER 869 =====